Are you lost?

Why have you come here? And why now? Or are you lost? I have been calling out to people for ages, but no one has come. Why did you? Can you hear me? Are you deaf? Or dumb? I have been craving to talk to someone for a while; I am locked up for aeons.

Do people not care about others anymore? Have they become so selfish? I am so tired. The first few months, I screamed so much, but still, no one could hear me, then I cried, then I laughed and then I mourned and then well…. I probably shouldn't say this, but I think I gave up. I couldn't help it; there was no way around it. It's not easy to live like this. Have you ever tried it? To live in a box-like structure.

If not, then don't. It's suffocating. At first, it's nice, like everything that is nice initially. You enjoy the freedom, the space, and the calmness when you hear your heartbeat; the tranquillity is surreal. And then it gets to you, the space, peace and tranquillity. Too much of anything is not good; it could become poisonous.

I am a genie, but not a happy one. I have been trapped in this box-like structure, this lamp, as they call it. No one knows what it feels like to be in here. It gets lonely at times; it's not as pleasant as described in the tales you see.

Have you ever thought of it from my perspective? How might my life be? Do you think I am here only to fulfil your wishes? You command, and I follow? Is that what you conclude of my life?

Ugh, you humans are forever selfish, forever greedy. It must be so miserable to live as you'll. The whole point of living is to create a desire, fulfil it, and do this till you die. Have you ever thought of being content with what you have? Like maybe, for once, you could consider that as an option. Then I don't have to be around to fulfil your wishes; I can be anything or anyone I want. I don't need to be a genie; I could be a dog; I have heard they are nice beings. I want to be a lovely being; I don't want to be like you, all lost.